After making mistakes, in addition to having a troubled conscience, people often find ways to toss themselves.

On top of the anger, if you don't toss yourself, who can you toss?

Tossing is a necessary shortcut to liberation or depravity!

Alas, if you pay attention to your own money, that wallet will not be snatched away.

It's all your own fault!

Wang Shiyi kept condemning himself, and he wanted to slap himself a few loud times.

I have no money, and I have to tighten my belt to get by!

The days of the day in the first month are very short, and there is nothing to toss, and as soon as the eyes of the day are closed, it is night.

Those peasant houses in Shenzhen, at night, the neon lights flash, full of vitality and vitality.

It's a young city, and it's a young city.

At night, the Yingren Stone, which is located near Baimangguan, is particularly lively.

At the gate of Yingren Stone Village, there is a main road leading to the Guannai, Songbai Road, people in the area of Gongming Shiyan enter the pass, can not get around here, Songbai Road forks at the gate of the village, and a branch stretches vigorously to Xixiang.

Its unique location has made it prosperous, and it is completely a village pulled by buses.

Those young people who struggle in the Nanshan Science and Technology Park, where high-tech enterprises are gathered, and those who insist silently in the industrial town of Bao'an Xixiang, all like to settle down in Yingrenshi without exception.

Outside the window, the noise of the crowd after work woke up Wang Shiyi and the cunning brother.

"The pork knuckle rice at noon is good, let's go have another bowl of pork knuckle rice in the evening!" the cunning brother suggested.

"I can't afford to eat now!" Wang Shiyi shook his head.

On that day, a pack of cheap instant noodles worth eight cents constituted all of Wang Shiyi's dinner.

When night fell, he quietly ran downstairs, asked the landlord for hot water, brewed it carefully, and quietly brought it back to his temporary room.

Although it was cheap and simple, Wang Shiyi ate it very sweetly, until he put not a drop of the soup in the bowl into his stomach.

After eating, he quietly lay down on the bed.

The cunning brother originally wanted to invite him to eat pig's knuckle rice, but when he saw Wang Shiyi eating instant noodles quietly, he also made a bowl of it himself.

How is this enough?

A big man of 1.8 meters has a huge hole in his stomach, and a few puffed instant noodles can fill it?

When they were looking for jobs during the day, they tossed so much that their noses were all gray, and they were so hungry that their bellies were already close to their backbones!

A lush tree is inseparable from fertile soil, and handsome guys are also piled up with various nutrients!

In the barren soil of instant noodles, a handsome tree grows, which is a big joke.

"Go out for supper!" The cunning brother was in rebellion, and after he finished speaking, he pulled Wang Shiyi who was lying on the bed up.

Wang Shiyi is also hungry!

What is lost, it will not come back! You forget the sorrow and forget the pain! Faintly, a voice shouted above him.

Only when he has eaten and drunk enough can he have the energy to continue his struggle! As soon as he thought of this, Wang Shiyi stood up and said loudly: "Let's go! I'll go with you for supper!"

It was lively outside, they came out of the ten-yuan shop, and when they passed the barbecue stall, the green smoke vacated there, wafting out the smell of roasted chicken wings, full of temptation, Wang Shiyi couldn't help but look at it several times, his mouth twitched a few times, and his saliva was secreted disobediently, moistening his thirsty throat.

He didn't expect that he would be reduced to this step in Shenzhen, and eating a barbecue would become a luxury.

Before that, in Chung Town, he lived like a little fresh meat, at least his face looked sunny and handsome, and there was no gloom in his eyes, and ordinary people looked at him with envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Two chicken wings, four grilled gluten, two ham sausages!" In the green smoke, the cunning brother shouted loudly.

"Great!" The barbecue stall owner sang in a long voice.

The process of eating barbecue is a process of wind and clouds.

"How's it taste?" The cunning brother looked at the chicken wing bone in Wang Shiyi's hand and asked.

"Delicious!" Wang Shiyi nodded.

The cunning brother wanted to ask if he wanted to have two more, but his mouth twitched several times, but he didn't say it.

"It's full, it's full!" said the cunning brother as he stroked his collapsed stomach with his hand, and then flicked his lush hair and threw out a word: "Go!"

After a light late-night snack, they returned to the makeshift room.

At the end of the day, in the corridor of the farmer's house, there are footsteps from time to time, which is the footsteps of the tenants who have returned one after another, densely crushing the silence of the night in the rental house.

"Wang Shiyi, I'll go to work in the factory tomorrow!" said the cunning brother with his head down.

"Go ahead! Wang Shiyi looked out the window and said.

"This is three hundred yuan, you take it, please go to the employment agency early tomorrow!" The cunning brother suddenly took out a few bills from his wallet and handed them to Wang Shiyi.

"I lost the money by accident!" Wang Shiyi rejected the kindness of the cunning brother, "When I have no money, I will look for you again!"

That night, the two of them lay in bed, each with their own thoughts.

The moonlight, which was not full in the foreign land, poured like water, and was stacked like sculptures in front of the mottled windows, and the brave cockroaches, at this time, began to become active, moving clumsily like little tanks.

The black-colored cockroaches, on the windowsill, gathered like a restless black flower, blooming in the middle of the night.

These dark-loving creatures hide in caves during the day and choose to come out at night to feed. Are the things they see in the moonlight colorful? Why do they only like black and white? Their world is so drab and white.

Lying on the bed, Wang Shiyi quietly looked at the cockroaches in the moonlight in a daze.

That night was destined to be a sleepless night, and the moonlight was close to fifteen, very bright, lying on the cold and stiff wooden bed, staring at the dilapidated ceiling in a daze, until an uninteresting cockroach climbed up and polluted his vision, and he slowly looked away.

Are you old? Why are you so slow?" he questioned himself in the dark.

Beside him, the cunning brother snored evenly, and from time to time he would squeeze out a few words of dreams from his mouth, and the rats that were so frightened that they fled in a hurry.

In the bright moonlight, Wang Shiyi took out a more chic wallet from the inner pocket of his jacket, which contained his ID card and money, and his wallet was kept to death from the first day he came to Shenzhen, which was his lifesaver.

He lowered his head and counted it, a total of two hundred and fifty yuan, ten yuan for rent a day, ten yuan for food, and after a week, in addition to the fare, he ran out of food, and these expenses could not be expected to be paid by the cunning brother, and early tomorrow morning, he would go to work in the factory.

In the dark, he counted them again, and then put the old bills into his wallet with peace of mind.

"This is life-saving money, I can't spend it indiscriminately, this is life-saving money, I must be carefully managed, within a week, I have to find a job in Shenzhen, even if it is to move bricks on the construction site, otherwise I have to go home." He said to himself as he lay on the bed in the ten-dollar store.

With the goal of struggle in my heart, I will no longer be confused and panicked just now!

He stared silently at the ceiling, and in this boring daze, he also fell into the abyss of sleep.

In his sleep, he heard the chirping of trains passing through the tunnel on the railway along the river in his hometown, the repetitive and monotonous sound of the train tracks rubbing against the wheels, and the long sigh of his dead grandmother under the lush camphor tree at the entrance of the village.

And under that camphor tree, his grandmother once told him countless summer nights about the monkey Sun beating grass in the moon, told him the story of the red-clothed water monkey in the half-moon reservoir on Chung Mountain, and also sang to him "Tianxian Pei", singing a love song between man and god, the Chinese version of "Human Ghost Love".

The birds in the trees come in pairs

Green water and green mountains with smiling faces

In the haze, he seemed to see He Xueyi, saw her smiling face, and felt bursts of warmth drifting over with the spring breeze.