The time is gone, a few days have passed, Ke Xiao has never seen Hui Min, communication has always maintained short-term contact, always can't say a few words, there is no news from her, which can't help but make him very depressed.

On Wednesday morning, Ke Xiao was communicating with customers on the phone line, when he suddenly turned his head and saw Hui Min walking with a girl, coming out of Sister Chun's office, he couldn't help but get up and wanted to say hello, but he was restrained by the headphone cable.

"Minmin, wait, I have something to tell you. ”

Seeing that they were about to go away, Ke Xiao shouted directly regardless of the occasion, attracting everyone's attention and saluting, while Hui Min of course also heard the sound and looked at it, gave him an inexplicable look, took his friend's arm, turned his head and left.

Ke Xiao hurriedly threw off the earphone cable and chased after him quickly, shocking the ground's eyeballs.

"What is that kid monkey doing in a hurry?"

Sister Chun happened to see the figure of Mo'er rushing out, frowned and pestled Zhang Yong, and asked puzzledly.

"When the licking dog went. ”

The dead fat man's mouth was particularly damaged, and while Ke Xiao was not there, he said to Sister Chun blindly, but the meaning was still clear.

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Sister Chun glared at him angrily, and followed him out of the workplace to find Ke Xiao.

Behind the company building, Ke Xiao hurried and finally caught up with Hui Min and stopped her not far from the security booth at the back door.

Hui Min raised her eyebrows slightly, glared at the roadblocker with a little dissatisfaction, took her sister's arm, moved to the side, and walked forward silently.

Ke Xiao walked around again and stopped her.

"What the hell are you going to do, get out of the way!" Hui Min slashed his foot, and scolded in a cold voice, very dissatisfied that he had let himself lose face in front of his little sister.

"I have something to tell you, don't hurry to leave, just a few minutes at most. Ke Xiao pressed down on her palm, so that she could calm down for a while, and sincerely wanted to talk to her about her heart to solve her doubts and lovesickness.

"Get up, I don't have time to listen to you!"

Ke Xiao's approach was full of stalking, which undoubtedly disgusted her. Now that they have broken up, they are not as restrained in their speech as before, and their attitude naturally tends to be bad.

"Don't worry! We haven't seen each other for so long, I've always wanted to talk to you, you're always unavailable, we finally met today, let's find a place to eat and chat, even if it's just a friend relationship." ”

Love urges growth.

According to Ke Xiao's personality and temper, when did he lower his voice and beg for help when he grew so big. That is, after meeting Hyemin, all the bad temper has been worn away.

Now, even if Hui Min throws his face at him in public, he can only shrink his neck and admit it, endure it if he can, and find a way to endure it if he can't bear it.

"Not interested!"

Once a fixed impression is formed, it is like a prejudice in the bottom of people's hearts, it is a mountain that cannot be moved, whether it is to overcome rigidity with softness, or to penetrate stones with dripping water, Ke Xiao does not have the ability to resolve it.

Hui Min didn't know when she had seen it through, and she didn't know when she had quickly changed her opinion of him, although Ke Xiao sincerely invited, she still didn't mean to change her attitude, and after coldly refusing, she pulled the little sister and left him.

I am born to be useful, and I am useless to be a scholar.

This is the panic of a loser, there is no flowery rhetoric, but also the self-pity of a literary and artistic youth, and the suffering of no disease.

Ke Xiao, a young man born in the 90s in the countryside after a long period of compulsory education, three years of college career, just 22 years old when he graduated, was in the prime of life, and he also fantasized about going to the end of the world with a sword, without worrying;

When the bubble of fantasy meets the cone of reality, the beauty of piercing is more difficult than the bruises all over the body. In addition to the murmuring of words, there is only a factory life that does not discriminate day and night, doing assembly line work that can be done by everyone, and the numb body only has the instinctive need to eat and sleep on time, and has no brain.

I plucked up the courage to leave, only to find that society had already changed. Walking around the West Lake with dreams, encountering nobles to enjoy meals, going back and forth on the financial boundary line, talking on paper for a year, practice is only worth two thousand, making a living is difficult, life is only left in front of you, where is there poetry and distance?

The so-called poor is thinking about change, coinciding with the great development of the insurance industry, unlimited money, going to the magic capital to devote himself to it, thinking about the waves, the scenery is infinite! The ideal is very full, the reality is more skinny, the next three years, the road is blocked and difficult, the phone at both ends, I am in this paragraph, the guests are at that end, do not see each other, the mouth is like a river of enthusiasm is always exchanged for a desperate hang-up. I also took it seriously, and I studied late at night and couldn't sleep, but the result was still unsatisfactory. Always too soft-hearted, always deceived, ruthless, but without a sense of purpose, messing around. Seeing that my partners in the same period are getting farther and farther away, but I am still on the front line, anxious! Just like the sentence that it is useless to change the pool if you can't swim, I have been running around in the workplace for several years, and the company has changed frequently, but I am more and more uneasy!

Time flies, and I was very in love with her, and in that cold winter, her face was very beautiful after kissing on the street. I still remember every picture I had with her, and I still keep the gifts and photos she gave, and after she left, no one liked me anymore......

In the worst situation, I met her who wanted to protect the most, there was nothing worse than this, the days she left, the days she lived, she was once immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate herself, once she saw the figure on the street corner and thought it was her, so in a trance, going to work and thinking about her, numb and fragile, degenerate, degenerate, degenerate, no home......

Unconsciously, I am 27 years old, in this wasted time, no matter what success or not, there has never been praise, not to mention the so-called growth and transformation, from the beginning of nothing, full of enthusiasm to the present debt, boring, the only change may be my smile, because there are fewer and fewer things that can make me laugh, and more helplessness and bitter smile.

Sometimes I always ask myself, how did I become what I am today, this is not the life I want, every night, I always have insomnia, I am swallowed up by the fear of the future, I am tormented by the unbearable status quo, it is difficult to face the expectant eyes of my parents, and it is difficult to bear the useless self......

I like the rooftop and the sea, further is freedom and afterlife, and step back is the sea and sky. I love the subway and the sea of people,

One is open to the future, the other is lively now; sitting on the rooftop, thinking about the past, always indirectly full of ambition, constantly eating and waiting for death, easy to be satisfied, getting by, there is such a result, it is really right; sitting on the beach and imagining the future, but I don't want to live such a life again, I have worked hard but I am at a loss, ask myself what should I do? Crowded in the subway, wandering in all corners of the city, watching them run to the life they want with envy; hugging the sea of people, listening

Looking at their joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, tell yourself that this is life.

When I opened the book, there were many inspirational quotes written on it, which had been read thousands of times, and I was born to be useful, not to be used for self-comfort in idleness. It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, and it is better to read countless people than to read 10,000 miles.

Change, never too late, the so-called born I must be useful, but also have the foundation of life to do, the so-called useless is a scholar, down-to-earth, hard work skills can also do!

The gap between the rich and the poor has widened, making the rich richer and the poor poorer. The author has found that all the people who talk to you about the road to pursue their dreams are all richer than you, whether it is time or wealth, without exception! Talking about money is far more attractive than dreams!

For the poor, dreams are too fake, big, and empty! Some people are not angry and angrily embark on the road of chasing dreams, but unfortunately, even the stars in the movie are always small people!

"I like music, I just want to be a singer! I like acting, I just want to be an actor, I just want to be ......"

In recent years, I often hear such words, and I can't help but talk more, why?

Is he handsome or beautiful, God appreciates food or his own ability, or does he have a mine at home?

Behind the frenzy of countless people is the bloody triple strike that the author can't help but ask, can you persevere, can it be achieved, and at what cost?

Aging parents, working day and night, approaching the age of standing, the embarrassment of having nothing, how long will your dreams have to wait to come true?

Stubborn thoughts, pleas to abandon dignity, twists and turns of defeat, blind and crazy comparisons, how long will your dreams persist to be realized?

The marriage that wants a car and a house, the bank that urges day and night, the children who are waiting to be fed, the bundle of firewood, rice, oil and salt, what is your dream?

The wandering without a fixed place, the nest without sunlight, the text message of the lovers breaking up, the wine table where friends get together, how many grams of your dreams are?

The road to chasing dreams is not crowded, but there are a few successful ones, not only to ask why?

Whether it's not enough luck, not enough IQ, or not enough ability, or both, but the author thinks that it's nothing more than your dreams are fake, big, and empty!

Children, take the time to spend more time with your parents, your dreams are too far away, and they can't see them. When you chase your dreams, they are already facing death, don't want to have children and not wait for them!

Child, please cherish the person in front of you, she really loves you, don't give up on her for your dreams, you will regret it!

Child, please be down-to-earth, give her a warm home, and the hot kang head of the wife and children is also the pursuit of most people!

Children, please don't worry, whether it is spiritual wealth or wealth, you always have to accumulate, you will always have what you want!

Everyone has dreams, but dreams are not the same after all, don't talk about dreams with others at every turn, they are different from each other!

Recognize yourself, the poor are good to themselves, rich and responsible and help the world! Good for life, help the world for the dream, at this time to talk about the dream is still early, the first rich is the king!

From the previous food and clothing, it has evolved into a safe, healthy, nutritious and delicious, trendy and fashionable and personalized wear. According to this standard, most people are still hovering on this standard line. The energy is spent on solving the problem of food and clothing, and the dream has long been lost!