Luo Bin exhaled a long breath on his back and looked at the gray ceiling in a daze.

In this rented house in a foreign land, he has been devoting himself to immersing himself in mobile games to paralyze himself to avoid the unbearable life in life. Although this makes him even more embarrassed, at least he is comfortable in the time he is addicted to the game. It is precisely because of this that he, who is unwilling to get away from his mobile phone, has been out day and night every day for half a year, and he is lonely.

It didn't take long to calm down, thinking of hundreds of thousands of loans from the bank and a few online loans on his mobile phone, Luo Bin felt his scalp tingle.

He squeezed his eyebrows, grappling at his scalp in disgust, hoping to free himself. But when his mind turned, he also understood that these were just self-deception.

Immediately, he grabbed the phone sideways, buckled the case, and took out the lotto ticket hidden in the case.

Waiting for him to click on his mobile phone neatly, he found last night's lottery announcement, but he timidly closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at it carefully.

He folded his hands and covered the lottery ticket, closed his eyes and prayed, his heart was eager.

After doing this, I felt that there was no pious action that needed to be remedied, so I opened my eyelids and checked them one by one against the lottery announcement.

As usual, his number and the jackpot were far apart. At this time, I only heard him curse, crumpled the lottery ticket in his hand and then slammed it into the corner, raised the quilt with his backhand, covered his face, and wanted to fall asleep.

It was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon. This time of day can be regarded as the time when he is most awake. Not for anything else, just to go out and buy a lottery ticket, eat a meal by the way, and piggyback on a pack of long-mouthed cigarettes.

This is his daily fixed itinerary for the past six months, and it is also the only reason for him to go out.

Luo Bin threw off the quilt covering his head, sat up and fumbled to put on his shirt and trousers, and carried it inside and out, drawing the Bodhisattva's yellow rune paper.

Turning over and getting out of bed, he folded the messy quilt from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, so as to see through the residual moisture of this sleep.

Move like a retired old man. Picking up the leftover tea on the table, I opened the glass sliding door of the balcony.

He came to the balcony and squatted down to see a small pot of succulent meat that had been raised for half a year, and it was the only one in this two-bedroom apartment that was still alive except for Luo Bin.

Luo Bin sighed lightly, raised his hand and poured all the tea and tea into the flower pot. In fact, where does he know how to fiddle with flowers and plants, this pot of succulent is just dropped by his ex-girlfriend Hui Min.

On that rainy night just a year ago, Hui Min led a man in and moved everything that belonged to her. Luo Bin sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette by himself, but the man nodded at him with a smile when he went in and out, and his expression looked cramped and not like he had experienced the world. All he could remember was that the man was cute, the woman was fierce, and the door closed loudly.

After half a year, Luo Bin noticed the flower pot on the balcony, but at this time, the succulent was already as depressed as Luo Bin, and the originally flourishing branches and leaves had withered, like a burnt match stalk, thin and black. The sprouts drawn from the side, yellowing without new green color, lay limply on the dry grains of mud.

Since he and Duo Rou have a feeling of sympathy, Luo Bin is watering it first thing when he gets up every day, but he has no scruples about what to water. He only cares about pouring it every day, milk, soy milk, drinks, tea, and so on.

In winter, the weather is getting cooler, and the overnight tea becomes its fixed and punctual supply. Luo Bin also pondered, the tea can be watered, and the second is also considered nutrients, and the residual tea is spread all over the flower pots, covered with succulent rhizomes, and after drying, it is like laying a layer of hay to help keep out the cold, and it is even more beneficial to rot into spring mud.

In fact, the most important thing is to be afraid of drinking leftover tea leaves clogging the sewer, so this daily pouring of flower pots is even more reasonable and pleasant.

……

Luo Bin walked back to the room and loaded his mobile phone, carried a glass covered with tea dirt in one hand, and walked into the bathroom next to the bedroom. casually hung the phone on the towel rack, clicked on the APP and continued to listen to the novel before going to bed.

Reflexively, he came to the living room again, filled the teacup with new tea, pressed the switch on the kettle to boil water, and then he went into the bathroom to wash.

The male voice on the mobile phone narrated the story, and Luo Bin in the bathroom was washing up step by step.

Washing is not time-consuming, but trimming your beard requires patience. He looked at himself in the mirror with a gloomy face, carefully trimmed his beard with small scissors, and sometimes used his other hand to stroke his beard from front to back, cutting off the few hairs that were out of the formation in batches. Sometimes he tilted his head from the side until the beard on his chin was trimmed. Smearing the lotion indiscriminately is considered to be a matter of cleaning up, and I don't pay attention to what is broadcast on the mobile phone.

Maybe it's because he has been at home for a long time, Luo Bin just wants to be alone but is afraid of being quiet. He usually wears headphones when he goes out, and he has listened to a lot of books that he didn't care about reading when he was a child, and he has listened to countless saliva novels, but there is not a single story that can be memorized. He just wants to listen to people, but he doesn't care about what is said. Listen to it in vain, don't need eye contact, no hypocritical greetings.

He took his phone to the living room to charge it, made a cup of green tea, sat on the sofa and listened to the story and waited slowly. Now the mobile phone charges quickly, and by the time he finished drinking the tea in his hand, he had almost filled up the lost power.

Refill the cup with dry tea half a cup of hot water and soak it in the tea leaves. He stood up and walked into the empty room, opened the closet and found the thick down jacket to put on.

On this cold winter day, this is his favorite piece of clothing and the most expensive dress he has ever bought. Although he didn't pick it himself, he paid for it himself, just before the winter of last year.

Like it should have nothing to do with money, it has fine workmanship, a simple appearance, and a thick and warm inner core. It's warm enough and it's leathery enough, and it's not public, yes, he likes it but he can't afford it anymore.

It was already half past six in the evening, and he walked to the door with a bag of garbage, but saw the mother and son living next door waiting for the elevator. In the past, I occasionally encountered women who always liked to talk a few words, and the accent should be a local demolition household. Although the woman spoke politely and gently, Luo Bin was still afraid of the familiar enthusiasm.

He had no choice but to pretend to have left something, turned around and entered the house again, and only walked out of the door when he felt that the people had already gone downstairs.

In winter, it gets darker and darker, and there are fewer and fewer people on the cold and windy streets. Luo Bin was shocked to realize that the New Year's Pass was really approaching, and when he thought of this New Year's Pass, he lost a little bit of his mental strength, and rode the battery car woodenly. He came to the fast food restaurant as usual, with one meat and one vegetable free soup, and two bowls of rice as the base to replenish some energy.

After that, I smoked the cigarettes I had just bought and came to the most broken lottery shop in the corner of the farmer's market. Thinking that his current situation is also dilapidated, Luo Bin feels that this should be called negative and positive, so he hopes to turn over every day.

But today he misremembered the time, on Friday, there was no lotto draw, and he could only buy lotto, and he suddenly felt that tomorrow was hopeless.

He walked out of the lottery shop and stood outside the door, refueled his cigarette and looked up at the sparse flow of people on the street in the distance. The person who came and went in a hurry had a place to go, but where was he?

In the past, he was scoffing at the lottery, and whenever he saw the news of winning the lottery on the Internet, he would always make fun of it below. However, now, a lottery ticket every day has become a magic rune for him to sleep peacefully, and if he sees the news of others ridiculing the lottery on the Internet, he can't help but return to the top two sentences.

How difficult his fate was, he didn't dare not believe it, otherwise he wouldn't even have the courage to live.

He didn't ride anymore, his hands in his pockets, his head hung down, his thick boots kicked, and he paced aimlessly.

After walking for about an hour, Luo Bin came to the riverside, and on the scenic runway by the river, there were sporadic night runners passing by him. Maybe it's been a long time, maybe the boots are too heavy, he stopped and didn't move forward, thinking that there will be a better tomorrow after surviving the pickles, and tomorrow's lotto must remember to buy.

He followed the road back to the lottery shop, where the door was locked. He raised his hand to look at his watch, ten o'clock in the evening.

He comforted himself and went back to the rental house, pressed the kettle switch, and went on with his life.

Add hot water to half a cup of cold tea, just the right temperature. Open the game and immerse yourself in it, forget your worries, forget your sorrows, forget all kinds of unbearable things in life, and only your eyes are left with damned opponents and handbroken teammates.

Just as Luo Bin's game was in full swing, a phone call brought the game to an abrupt end. Glancing at the caller interface, Luo Bin quickly moistened his smoky throat with the tea at hand, and then picked up the phone.

"Binbin, tomorrow the winter solstice ......" the other end of the phone wanted to speak again.

"Ah, Dad, I ~ know"

"You haven't been left behind in the grave all the years, and when I don't see you come home at this point, I'll call and ask, nothing else. ”

"Dad, I made an appointment with a customer tomorrow......"

"Well, business is important, don't come back if you're busy. It also costs gas money to run back and forth, so I'll just go for it. It's not like it used to be, and some people don't pay attention to it. ”

"Dad, that~ Has that uncle been here?"

"I came down when I went to town to buy meat, drank a cup of tea, and didn't say anything else. If you don't have enough money now, you can drag him out for a few days, it's okay, with me. I have never taken advantage of others in my life, nor have I shortened other people's accounts. This old face can withstand it in the village, the most bad, I will pay it back to you when you get next year's harvest, don't remember to put pressure on yourself, ah?"

When the phone came to this, Luo Bin's eyes were already flushed with tears, and his voice gradually became muddy with his nasal voice when he spoke, but he tried his best to suppress it and try to make himself look ordinary.

When his father Luo Fu hung up the phone, he sat stiffly, pursed his lips and rolled down tears.

After crying silently for a long time, he got up and went into the bathroom, washed his face fiercely, and looked up at the top light in the bathroom and blinked vigorously.

When he stabilized his mood, he lowered his head and walked to the toilet, unbuckled his trousers and pulled down his pants with one hand, and lifted the clothes that were too long on his chest with the other. The urine shot in an arc towards the stall of the toilet, and the Bodhisattva rune paper that was originally close to the chest slid straight into the toilet without being restrained by clothes, and the two intersected and churned in the toilet.

Luo Bin thought to himself: I didn't dare to do evil since I was a child, but I was full of bad luck, and all the blessings of the Bodhisattva were fake! Solve it properly, and flush the Bodhisattva away along with the urine.

He turned around and ran out of the bathroom, ran into the kitchen, got a fruit knife and stuffed it into his cuffs, and was determined to go out in the middle of the night to do evil......