Their seniors and seniors, as long as they are not from first-tier cities, have faced the same problem when they graduate, stay in Beijing or return to their hometowns?

Those who have good family conditions, have strong relationships, and even have already been given a high position, not to mention, those who are super beautiful and have super high emotional intelligence will not be mentioned, and those who have been admitted to the university, stayed in school to teach, or studied abroad are not included in the discussion. If you want to keep the rest, you have to take a lot of trouble.

Du Tianyuan said: "In our dormitory, Lao Cheng is a native of Beijing and a wealthy family, and he is the most worry-free; as long as Xiaoqu can eat Li Tangni, he will definitely rise to the top; as far as Wen Jie and I are the boss, what fairness is there in life?"

Qu Nanxiu said unhappily: "What do you mean by 'eating ding'? I may not be happy to stay." ”

He actually has some drumming in his heart. Although she is with Li Tangni, she doesn't care about what she has or not, but she always feels that she owes her. How many times the physiological impulse has been forcibly suppressed by self-reminders.

If she really has to fight to match her financially in order to "want her", will it make her an old woman?

It doesn't seem to be quite fair to her, either.

Under this roof, every time it comes to "fairness", Cheng Liuchao has the least right to speak. The balance of life seems to be tilted to his side severely, so oblique that it is so frenzied that people can't bear to look at it directly.

So as soon as it came to this topic, Cheng Liuchao could avoid it, and if he couldn't avoid it, he began to bury his head in shining shoes. Those poor brand-name black leather shoes, which had few opportunities to wear out of the bedroom, had now been wiped off by him with two layers of skin!

But what Cheng Liuchao thought in his heart: What do I have to envy? Byron, the youngest son of the new US President Trump, was really born with a golden key! He is only 10 years old, and he is naturally beautiful, with a supermodel mother, a goddess sister, and a presidential father, and he also sits on an entire floor of the Trump Building in New York!

However, those who are generally far away from themselves are not easy to cause jealousy, no matter how good they are, and those around them are the most popular. Cheng Liuchao was unfortunately blinded by Du Tianyuan.

Wen Jie said: "Don't worry about it, when you get to Xi, you can stay and stay, you can't stay, you can play back to Guangdong, and you can still tie the puppets in Guangdong, there are many things!"

Du Tianyuan said disdainfully and helplessly: "Just know how to eat, look at your little bit of talent!"

Everyone was silent. In the silence, some people are calm, some people are tossing and turning, and some people are driving famous cars and decorating mansions in their dreams.

The dormitory seemed to be quiet, but the whole city of Beijing was not sleeping, and there were always some people who couldn't sleep.

What is fate?

"Life" is an excuse for the weak, and "luck" is just a humble excuse for the strong.

The topic just now was too heavy, and Qu Nanxiu rarely suffered from insomnia. He tiptoed to get dressed and decided to go outside to see what the city of Beijing looked like in the early winter night.

Others had already put on sweaters and thin cotton jackets, but Qu Nan was young and strong, and only wore single clothes and coats.

Every winter when he was a child, he also wore very thin clothes, and even survived barefoot. It's not that his grandmother doesn't make shoes for him, it's because his feet grow too fast, and often the new shoes are small before they are ready.

The whirring cold wind blew him into his spirits at once. At this time, the night breeze in Beijing blew on the face and made it painful, and the whole child was a Qinglong Yanyue knife.

On the streets, there are still cars here and there, are they late returners, or are they unable to return home? Whether they drive luxury cars or push small stalls, who can escape the fate of today's young people and tomorrow's old age?

Before I knew it, I was walking to the children's hospital.

The foot of the main building is black. Covered with straw mats, plastic mats and plastic bags. Parents who came from afar, hugged their sick children, and looked forward to the next morning, the parents who could grab the first few experts to hang up the expert number, lay on the ground, their eyes red and their heads white in worry.

Qu Nanxiu was shocked. On such a cold day, there are so many people sleeping outside the hospital, what a pity for the hearts of parents all over the world!

Somewhere in the dark, a toddler's cry was particularly intense. It sounds like a baby who hasn't been weaned yet.

I don't know why, as soon as he sees others crying or suffering, Qu Nanxiu feels that he has an unshirkable responsibility to help, regardless of whether he has the ability or not.

He couldn't help but walk over and squat down and ask the simple-looking mother who was sitting on the paper shell, "What's wrong with the child?"

The mother raised her head and was very surprised that someone came to care for her in the middle of the night, and said apologetically: "It should be a stomachache, did it disturb you?"

"No, no, I'm just a passerby," Qu Nanxiu looked at it by the light of his mobile phone, and the baby had a thin and pitiful little face, "What kind of illness do you have?"

"The doctor said yes, the tube is narrow, water is accumulating, and surgery is necessary. ”

It sounded serious, but the mother's expression was numb, probably too many times.

Qu Nanxiu's major is biomedicine, and he is familiar with the structure of the human body: "Is it a ureteral stricture?

"Yes, yes, yes, it's the ureter! Alas, the child has suffered a great sin! In fact, when she was pregnant with him, she had already been found to have severe hydrops, and she was operated on immediately after birth, but we always felt that it was not so serious, and the family conditions were not good, and we always hoped that the child would grow up," the mother said and began to wipe her tears, the cold wind blew on the wet place, and it was easy to get sick, she said emotionally, "Who knows, it has been so serious now, I regret it all day long, and I can't sleep......

The baby didn't know whether it was because of pain or hunger, and he cried hoarsely, as if he couldn't breathe.

Qu Nanxiu, an outsider, listened to it, and couldn't bear it, presumably his parents were going to be in pain to the point of breaking their intestines.

At this time, Qu Nanxiu remembered the regret medicine that Professor Luo had worked on developing.

Although the disease should be cured and still treated, if the parents can really be given some regret medicine, they will not be so painful because of guilt, which can be regarded as a kind of merit, right?

I came out in a hurry, and I didn't expect to bring my wallet. Unable to provide financial assistance, Qu Nanxiu did not know how to comfort the unfortunate parents, but silently wished the children a speedy recovery and the family to get through the difficulties as soon as possible.

As far as the eye can see, there are many, many such families outside the hospital building.

Some people are worried about not being able to achieve the small goal of 100 million yuan, some people are worried about how to stay in Beijing, and some people just want their loved ones to live......

Qu Nanxiu is not sleepy, tightens his clothes, and continues to move forward in the cold wind, there are still many stories being played out in this city-

At three o'clock in the morning, the breakfast vendor has already gotten up and started preparing the ingredients;

At four o'clock in the morning, the cleaners have already started their day's work, and when people wake up in the morning and see the city as clean and tidy, they do not know that they have been working silently for hours;

At five o'clock in the morning, the market vendors began to stack vegetables and fruits, hoping that the business would be prosperous for the day;

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright, and the first bus had already left the terminus;

At 7 o'clock in the morning, doctors and nurses began to make rounds to care for the health of each patient;

At this time, office workers are also starting to be busy for the day, and various means of transportation are running efficiently.

It's not easy for everyone!

It was already dawn, and Qu Nanxiu, who had been "wandering" all night, wrapped his clothes tighter, rubbed them in his hands, and began to walk back.

It doesn't matter if you're fair or unfair, life has to go on. As an ordinary person, instead of complaining and feeling sorry for yourself, it is better to create opportunities in a down-to-earth manner!

There is still a way from the school, and when I passed by the breakfast stall in hunger and cold, I smelled the fried dough sticks and tofu brains that had just come out of the pot, and the aroma was overflowing, and I really wanted to have one!

After Qu Nanxiu queued for a few minutes, his brain, which seemed a little dull because he hadn't slept all night, reacted - although breakfast was not expensive, he didn't have a penny on him.

He endured hunger and turned away from the team.

The attitude of the people behind them towards those who gave up the queue was like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and they wished that an arrow step would occupy his position just now.

At this time, I only heard someone call him: "Hey, why don't you line up?"

Qu Nanxiu felt that this voice was a little familiar, and when he looked back, it turned out to be the beautiful reporter he met outside the Cranial Neurology Club last time, who happened to be standing at the front of the team.

Dressed in a light gray cashmere coat, stepping on small dark red leather boots, carrying a small leather bag of the same color, her hair is tied in a bun at will, she looks good without makeup, and she is an absolute intellectual beauty.

He didn't want to say that he didn't bring any money, because in that case, she might take the initiative to lend it to herself, and the next time we met, I don't know when it will be, I can't owe it to anyone. So he casually said, "It's too cold in line, so I'd better hurry back to school." ”

"You have to eat something when it's cold, don't wait for it. ”

The reporter's mouth was so bad that without waiting for Qu Nanxiu to speak, she clicked a lot of words, and then shouted at him: "Come and help me get it!"

Qu Nanxiu saw that there were so many things in her hand, so she had to say "hey" and honestly go to work as a porter.

There are a few rows of simple seats next to the breakfast stall, and although the air leaks, there is finally a place to put things. It was too cold, and there was no one sitting on the metal bench, so it was better to stand.

The beautiful reporter is very good at talking: "Help me eat something, I can't finish it alone." ”

"I can't finish eating, why do you order so much?"

"Spend more and contribute to GDP, haha. I ran away in the middle of my interview with you last time, sorry. ”

Qu Nanxiu laughed: "You still remember this, it's okay, it must be the great god who is attractive! If I were you, I would run forward when I saw Professor Luo!"

"Hahaha," the beautiful reporter smiled heartily, stuffing a bun and a disposable spoon into his hand, "Hurry up and help me eat, it's time to cool down in a while." ”

Qu Nanxiu has been freezing for a night, he is indeed hungry, he is not an inkblot person, a mouthful of buns and a mouthful of tofu brain, gobbling it up.