"Ladies and gentlemen, hello and welcome to the airline flight, which will fly from the capital to ......"

The plane finally started with a "boom", slowly running, accelerating, and flying into the sky.

This familiar and unfamiliar city slowly shrunk, like a shrunken mimosa, shyly putting away its charming, moving, and all kinds of makeup. After the lead was washed away, it was gloomy, as if it was smeared with a layer of dust.

Seven years in the city, four years in college, and another three years at work. I thought of a city, a person, a lifetime. Plain and bland, live a peaceful and steady life.

Busy, squeezing the untenable subway, up and down, coming and going, wearing light sneakers, from the morning when there is a sea of people, busy to the night when there is a lot of traffic.

In my spare time, with a love, I drove a tattered scooter, slowly shuttling through the streets and alleys, under the banyan tree, baked cake shops, and milk tea shops. The sun is shining scattered, and the whole city is warm and comfortable yellow.

It's just that dreams are dreams after all, and reality has always been the opposite of dreams, and it seems that the more you want to do something, the more reality likes to slap you, once, twice......

The capital is a city that is xenophobic and difficult to identify with, but countless people yearn for it. Here, there are countless people who come with dreams, all of them are as proud as white swans. The locals felt that the people from other places were human artillery, the first ones felt that the later ones were turtles, and the later ones looked down on the later ones.

Here, Yang Yunruo felt that he was a little chicken standing in front of the white swan, small and humble.

Since he was a child, he was determined to be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, and he planned his life too early, because his grades were not good, and he did not have enough scores at all. Yes, you read that right, it's this name, the name of the second academy that makes Yang Yunruo a little difficult to talk about but doesn't want others to say more.

In the summer vacation after the college entrance examination that year, my cousin, who came over, strongly advocated that he should learn musical instruments, saying that if he wanted to get off the list in college, he must know one subject of music and sports. Sports, a frail otaku like him who can't shoot when he stands, is definitely no less difficult than ordinary people challenging Yao Ming. So, I studied music.

It's just that from that summer vacation until he graduated from college, no white swan fell in love with him, a little chick who can sing with a guitar, piano, drums, and can. Every time there is a party or performance, the beautiful literary and artistic committee member will report his name, and then cheer with his classmates in the audience, looking like a fan girl. Yang Yunruo stepped down, and she silently left to find her boyfriend.

Four years of college were also boring four years.

After graduation, Yang Yunruo has been in several small companies, the longest is only half a year, the short may be half a month, and the salary has not been settled.

Finally, I was lucky, entered a domestic Fortune 500 company to do design, and took a poor Weibo salary to run in this high-consumption city, and finally had a place to stay.

Last week, a newly graduated beauty design who had just joined the company became the deputy director of the design department. Yang Yunruo, who has been rejected many times for the design draft, works overtime alone, and there is a faint crying voice in his ears.

Could it be that this building is not clean? Yang Yunruo turned on the lights on the entire floor in fear and looked around, but he didn't find anything. Seeing that the whole office was empty, I thought about lighting a cigarette to suppress the shock. Take a deep breath, exhale a smoke ring, and gently lean against the door behind you.

"Ah......h

"I, my foot is broken" Yang Yunruo, who landed on the back of his head, quickly got up, bowed his head, and apologized.

"I'm sorry."

"Roll ......" this time is a male voice, rough and angry, like a male lion about to explode. With his round eyes open, he seems to choose someone to devour.

The next day, Yang Yunruo was fired from the company because of his left foot.

"Dare to speak out, I'll kill you. This is what the director said to Yang Yunruo with a few black-clothed brothers in the public toilet on the side of the road.

There is no love in life, such a life is really a dog day. Yang Yunruo thought. The capital is not easy to mix, and after several days of work, no one wants him.

The interviewer asked him about his expected salary and he said ten thousand. The interviewer said that the person in front of you asked for eight thousand. Said eight thousand, and some people said five thousand before. Said five thousand, and there was another person in front of him who said three thousand.

In the capital, you are not teasing me, it is difficult to support yourself, but I am an old designer who has been working for three years, and I have experience and dignity. Yang Yunruo, who was like ashes, felt that I should go back to my hometown, I can't farm, I won't mess with anyone, I don't care about anyone, I'll farm and go home to plant camellia oil. I was small, dropped out of junior high school, planted camellia oil at home, married a beautiful and gentle college student, and was tired of hugging me every day.

It's really more human than human to be angry. I'm in college anyway, I can play the guitar and draw, but I haven't even touched a girl's hand.

Actually, it's not that no one is chasing. The corners of Yang Yunruo's mouth curled slightly. There is a WeChat netizen who has been chatting with her for several months, and they have a good impression of each other, at least, Yang Yunruo thinks so.

Then Yang Yunruo tried to ask her out to meet, and the girl asked Yang Yunruo to show her loyalty and send red envelopes. At the beginning, she sent a five-cent one, and the girl disliked it; Yang Yunruo sent another five-dollar one, but the girl still disdained it, and didn't say a word after receiving it; gritted her teeth, the ninja's heart hurt, and Yang Yunruo sent the girl a fifty-dollar one.

Finally, the girl replied to him: we are not suitable.

At this moment, Yang Yunruo regretted it incomparably, as if he asked this girl to return the fifty-five yuan and five cents, but he didn't know how to open this mouth because of his machismo.

What's wrong with the girls now, don't they value my talent and appearance, doesn't it say that appearance is justice, why do you only value my money. Yang Yunruo lay depressedly on the chair, listening to the originally downloaded songs in his ears, and holding a laptop in his arms. It was said on the radio that please keep your valuables, a computer, a mobile phone, this is Yang Yunruo's most valuable thing.

The plane flew up into the clouds, and the layers of white clouds were like marshmallows, and the sun on the horizon sprinkled a layer of golden glow on these clouds, well, now like roasted marshmallows.

Yang Yunruo stretched her waist, the young woman in the next position was breastfeeding the child with her chest up, the uncle in front took off her shoes and put her feet on the backrest of the front seat, and the girls in the back chatted happily.

It was dark, and even the lights inside the plane couldn't stop it, and the cabin became dark, like the night when the lights were suddenly turned off. It's just that the darkness came and went quickly, and the cabin slowly became brighter, and the sky seemed to become bluer, and the sky seemed to become wider.

Yang Yunruo closed his eyes and slowly snorted gently.